Tuesday, September 14, 2010

I NEED TO LEARN TO LISTEN LIKE "I".

Here it is Tuesday morning. It is raining and I like the sound, smell and coolness of the rain. Sometimes I think I wouldn't mind if it rained all the time. But of course if it did I'm sure I would tire of it very quickly. But for this morning I am enjoying it greatly.

I haven't written again for a few days as my wrist is letting me know it is still here. But I know its going to hurt regardless so here I am again. I am hoping I can string together enough words to somehow make a little sense. We shall see.

The other morning, very early I was sitting on the porch, drinking my coffee. My cup sits so nicely on the wide arms of the rocker. Just rocking and drinking coffee gives me much pleasure. And I was watching "I". She sat out in the yard, her head bent to one side. She was listening, I knew not what too. It was still very early and not many nosies reached my ears. But "I" heard, leaning just a little forward she strained to pick up those unseen sounds.

As I watched her I knew that really listening was a art. A art I do not possess. We can listen, but then we can really listen. Listen to what someone says to us even when they are speaking very few words. I usually am so busy talking myself I really am not paying attention to what someone else has to say. I need to work on doing that very thing. I am sure that is more important that the diet I am always working on and never stick too. There has been way too many Little Debbies visiting my house lately. And I always listen to what she has to say. "Yum, Yum."

It makes us all feel important when we know someone really hears what we are saying. Thinks our ideas and thoughts are worth their time. I have written on this Blog before Judge Judy says, "God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason." I need to turn my listening ears up and the volume on my mouth down a notch or two.

I need to remember "I", her head turned slightly, ears up, sitting very quietly. Just listening. I am so hyper that sitting still is a chore for me, but truly I am working on that trait. So if you should run into me and I am sitting quietly, my ears seeming to reach forward. You will know I am trying to pull a "I". So feel free to jump right in and start talking. It may be your only chance around me. So with these wise words I will turn to make my way out of Blogland. I will do my best to wander back tomorrow. But for now. I'm outta here.

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